Crisp air wafted into the MirageCorp office as Phantom entered. She collapsed her sunglasses and stowed them on the way to the meeting room.

Two walls of the chamber were frosted glass. Along another were windows, and the last was a wall-sized electronic whiteboard. Chairs along the table sat perfectly ordered save the one containing a black-suited mynx.

Aria nibbled from a plate of cookies provided on the long meeting table. She rested her head on one hand, languidly holding the sweet with her other. She didn’t break eye contact as Phantom entered the room.

Phantom opened with a short speech chastising her associate for the constant “free demos” she had been offering to others using advanced MirageCorp equipment. As pleasing as it was to find squirming and blushing visitors wrapped and bagged, it was no good for the company’s reputation. Why, if they were seen as simply selling the experience of being thoroughly encased - rather than selling a good - they’d suddenly need to deal with all the commitments of service and what that would entail.

“Psh. Yeah right. You’ll get me to stop playing with eager guests when the sun goes dark.” She winked as she finished nibbling the treat.

Phantom furrowed her brow. “I insist. You’re to give such treatment when and where it’s appropriate, not simply treating kinksters-on-the-street to our pricey goods.”

Aria shrugged. “Well, let’s get back to what’s good for business later. Personally, I’m surprised you’re being so insistent.  Really, what could you do to me to get me to stop? Tie me up, ship me away - I’d be out by the end of the week.”

The executive narrowed her eyes at Aria. “You think yourself so invulnerable?”

The impetuous woman winked. “Do your worst.” Phantom rolled her eyes, standing up and running a finger through her raven hair.

“What makes you think you’re so invincible? I’ll not spare the rod with you, just as I’ve not spared others who refused to behave.”

Strutting around the room for a moment, Phantom ended at the electronic whiteboard.  She drew a large black heart on the smart-screen with a finger, and with the code accepted the board suddenly turned translucent. Aria’s eyebrow raised as she stared at the figure inside.

“I allow no disrespect. Perhaps in the privacy of a playroom, but I won’t allow it elsewhere. This superheroine decided that being my secretary wasn’t good enough; nor was being my plaything. Nor even my sleeper agent. She simply wouldn’t give in, so I gave her what she needed - even if it wasn’t what she wanted.

Pulse here has a certain affinity for rubber. It weakens her, insulates her, and keeps her quite subdued. Superheroes come in all shapes and sizes, but this one comes in shiny black and only shiny black.

After one incident too many, I had this little cavity opened in the wall, behind the smart-board. It’s a cozy little oubliette for me to stick her until I decided that I needed her out. I haven’t felt that - not yet, at least. Maybe someday. But until then, she gets to hear every word spoken in every meeting and there’s not a drip she can do about it.

The heroine is wearing a high-level enclosure suit, obviously. That keeps her healthy, hearty, and hale. It ensures that bodily functions are properly serviced. The dozens of tiny electrodes embedded help to absorb any residual bio-electric energy she emits to help power the board and the room - electric-themed superheroes are always very useful to me.

Outside of that cozy suit, she’s in a large inflatable sack. The sausage is a bit crude, but believe me - she’s thankful for it. It’s inflated to the brim with neutral gas, and it’s quite airtight - perfectly and permanently leak-proof. It lets her bound arms and legs squirm a bit, which is more than she’d get without it.

It’s a bit hard to see, but you’ll notice that from the neck down, it’s a bit...cloudy? That there’s the occasional speck of dust? Well, that’s because I filled that entire oubliette from below her neckline with advanced polymer resin. Oh yes, she’s quite encased. The sausage gives her more mobility than she’d have it she was simply dunked inside, but that’s no comfort. Poor Pulse gets to squirm as much as she wants, groan and moan and beg for release - but no super-strength would let her shatter that resin. It’s beautiful in its own way. I only wish that I showed her off to more people.

Ah! But she can’t complain. Notice her head, of course. You didn’t think I’d let her just squirm with her head free, did you?”

“Of course not,” said Aria.

“Of course not. That lippy mouth has been tightly packed up and sealed countless times over with varying layers of tape, all carefully bonded together now after some heat treatment. Her ears have earplugs, so that we can have “conversations,” however one sided. I even threw some plugs in over her nose to provide air and really make her feel filled to the brim. A needless cruelty that delighted me. After all that, I had her head locked in a heavy hood. That virtual reality visor over the eyes lets her witness the meetings. Nothing more torturous for a superhero than to see supervillains like us going on about our business unimpeded.”

“Like you,” interrupted Aria.

“A fair point. Well, I wanted you to see the last little cruelty I’m visiting on her. Do you see that nozzle above her head?”

Aria nodded.

“Every few minutes, or every few hours - depending on my mood - a droplet of your advanced liquid latex will bead up and drip down onto her head. Whenever I’m feeling particularly mean, I can turn it on , making it a regular stream. Slowly but surely, it’s filling up the last little spot - the area where her head is. It’s already up to her neck. Soon enough, it’ll go past her gagged cheeks and up past her head - leaving her alive and totally and completely encased. I’ll probably tape or stream the back half, once it gets to her chin, so we can all see the horny, helpless little heroine moaning and groaning before the black rubber totally coats her up.”

Aria swooned. She was grinning, swaying her hips, and ogling the hapless heroine. “So, is that your worst?”

Phantom grinned too as she shut off the panel, hiding Pulse once again. “For you? Not even close.”